@violetueur // lmao sorry my hand slipped and so im shoving this at you without asking——
“ You look like fucking shit. ” the words came out annoyingly garbled, throat too dry from having just woke up after who knows how long. He’s already struggling against the oxygen mask around his face and sitting up despite the throbbing of his side, because like hell he’d just lay there like some invalid. He was awake, now time to get on with things.
The memories were coming back to him easily enough, as distorted as they were, and he does a brief assessment of Bloodletter’s condition. The pro hero is covered with enough bandages that she was likely not supposed to be out of her own hospital bed, but it was just typical she’d do whatever the hell she wanted regardless ( a trait he admittedly valued about her, the way she’d not take anyone’s shit, but with strange grace, knowing when to not offend too much. not like him, who tends to bull right over any lines without even intending to ) The fact that she was clearly out of bed against orders was also favourable for his own agenda that was already forming. After all, it was good to see Bloodletter here, so he was able to see for himself just what shit condition she was in, but now he’s left to wonder about other people as well. Because he didn’t see any of his classmates around, and it would be foolish to think he’s the only one injured enough to be hospitalized.
“ Do you know anything about my dumbass classmates? ” He asks, down to business without preamble, already throwing his blanket off and shifting to get up. He grit his teeth against the way his vision momentarily blurred and his side screamed from the quick movement, but still unwilling to stop till he got the information he wanted. ( besides, at least he wasn’t about to bleed out even if he ripped whatever stiches he had, not with the bleeding hero herself with him )
